You know, I first met Isobel when I was a teenager. I fell in love with her instantly, although I'm pretty sure she never loved me. She was special. Part of why I hate the vampires so much is because of what she became. How it ruined her. And I never would've sent her to Damon had I known she wanted to turn. It's my fault. I'm telling you this because I hope... maybe you'd understand.
β You know, I came in this town wanting to destroy it. Tonight I found myself wanting to protect it. How does that happen? I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me.
β Maybe it is.
β No. No, that's reserved for my brother and you and Bonnie.
β What are you doing here?
β A failed and feeble attempt at doing the right thing.
— Mayor? Is that you?
— What are you doing here?
— I'm a vampire. What is your excuse? No, really.
— Thank you.
— For what?
— For being such a monumental disappointment.
"Let's not kill anyone tonight". Your words. Just pointing that out.
— I'm not going with you. You tried to kill me.
— Yeah, well, you did kill me.
β Have you spoken to your uncle lately?
β I've been avoiding him, actually. That, and I've been here most nights.
β So you'll be here again tonight?
β Is that a problem?
β Yes. You're a complete nuisance.
β I'll see you later.